Connection

Connection

Authored by: xoAlmostFamous

Pairing-Shane/Mitchie

Summary: 12 months. 12 phone conversations. 12 oneshots. ShaneMitchie.

Month One: Questions

You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing

I need to find you

I gotta find you

Mitchie Torres picked up her cell phone as it blared loudly beside her. The caller ID read Shane. Her stomach did flip-flops as she answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey gorgeous." Shane's tired voice spoke to her on the other end.

"H-hi, Shane. What's up?" Mitchie felt her cheeks burn. Why did he make her so nervous?

"Not much. Just the normal recording music till and ungodly hour and preparing for a national tour thing."

Mitchie laughed. "Sounds boring."

"Totally. How about you?"

"Oh, you know. Just the regular dealing with evil popular girls and trying to pass pre-calculus thing." Mitchie could almost see Shane scowling.

"Sounds like a boatload of fun to me." He replied sarcastically.

"You bet."

Shane yawned. "So, Mitch, why are you so nervous?"

"I'm not."

"Liar."

Mitchie sighed. "It's just, you could be doing a million other things right now. Why did you call me?"

"Because I miss you."

Every word he said rang with sincerity. It encouraged Mitchie to relax, and she leaned back in her chair.

Shane cleared his throat on the other line. "Do you want to play a game?"

"Like what?"

"How about…twenty questions?"

"Shane, it's eleven at night. How about five questions?" Mitchie knew she felt sleepy, but she didn't want to miss out on a chance to talk to Shane.

He groaned. "Fine. But make them good ones."

"Alright. Do you like that I wear tight pants?"

Mitchie rolled her eyes. "What kind of question is that?"

"Just answer it."

"Honestly? Yes I do."

Shane laughed with satisfaction. "Excellent."

"Shut up," Mitchie countered, "My turn. What's your favorite color?"

He snorted. "Mitch, that's a lame question. But the answer is black."

"Black isn't even a color." She argued.

"Whatever. Think what you want. Okay…SpongeBob. Love him or hate him?"

"Your questions are stupid, super star."

"Mitchie, just answer them. Please."

She rolled her eyes. "Hate him."

"What?! How could you not love an adorable yellow fry cook?" Shane's voice feigned offense.

"He's annoying. Um…what's your favorite flavor of ramen?"

Shane yawned again heartily, indicating that he was exhausted. "La-ame. But the answer is chicken."

"Well sorry I'm not very good at this game. Anyway, I only have time for one more question. I have school tomorrow."

He sighed. "Okay. Do you like me?"

"That's a dumb question. Of course I like you, Shane."

"No, I mean, do you like me, like me?"

Mitchie laughed nervously. "Um, well…yeah."

"Good," Shane said, "I like you too. Okay, your turn."

She tapped her fingers on her desk. "What's your favorite part about me?"

On the other end, Shane rubbed his chin in thought. "Your brain."

"Well, your brain conjures up the words the words to those beautiful songs. It tells you to send me those adorable text messages. And it's your brain that decides who you are, Mitchie. And I love who you are."

Mitchie was silent for a couple moments in shock. "That's a pretty complex answer to a simple question." She replied, finally.

"I speak the truth."

"Well, it is now almost midnight. I have to go rest up for my pre-cal test."

Shane huffed heavily in response. "Must you?"

"Afraid so. Goodnight, my favorite rockstar."

"Goodnight, Mitchie."

A/N: There! Month one is complete! Month two will be up shortly. If you need any clarifications on the plot, let me know in the review. Thanks so much!

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-Caitlin:)